Warm Winter day. Through leafless trees I can see South Mountain. Warplanes pounding.
This morning I discovered these three things by walking into my living room – from the air, through the window, and from the monitor on my desk open to the Washington Post.
Peaceful morning in Pleasant Valley. Death in Gaza.
In Gaza, such a convoluted knot of mutual hatreds, vying to see who can be more passionate, and more senseless.